emptiness on the long train ride home, an empty mind only faintly trying to retain and keep the questions accumulated over the weekend, the questions that can just maybe halt the complete giving in to age, that can conjure up what the hunger used to be all about. no long nights can replace that, and smoke only rises in dark evenings mixed with doubtful sounds that show too visibly in close up mirror protections reflections perfections projections, light tricks you every time


ellie, home, mcr, summer last year.